Immediately after entering the military academy, I made first-class meritorious service, and I becam

Chapter 44 Play
With the aid of the Eagle Eye skill, the target position at [-] meters was as clear as if it was within five meters.

Lin Wang thought to himself: I didn't expect the low-level eagle eye skills to be so good, how good is the advanced eagle eye skills?

Under such circumstances, fools can get full rings.

"Bang! Bang!"

Lin Wang fired several shots in a row, and when he fired the last shot, Lin Wang paused.

He aimed at a bullet hole in the target paper and pulled the trigger.

"boom!"

The last bullet was fired from the barrel, piercing all kinds of resistance in the air, and accurately hit the bullet hole that was aimed at just now, and the position was a little bit off.

It was still a bullet hole, but traces of two bullets passing through could be seen.

Just now, a freshman in the first district played full rings. If Lin Wang wanted to get No.1 and get third-class merit, he had to use this method to get full rings.

In fact, within a range of 100 meters, Lin Wang could pass ten bullets through the same bullet hole with the assistance of Hawkeye.

He didn't do this, just because he didn't want to make mistakes when counting the results.

After all, for such a simple assessment, a laser tester would definitely not be used, and it would be manually counted on the target paper.

There are too few bullet holes, and there will be controversy when counting the results.

After Lin Wang finished shooting, he stood up and typed a report.

"report!"

Immediately afterwards, the two squad leaders, Li Xing and Qin Hao, also finished shooting and stood up.

The two of them are old students, and this kind of 100-meter close-range rifle shooting is not difficult at all.

It is also common to take a full ring.

When counting the results, their scores will only be added to the average score of the class, and will not be compared with the scores of freshmen.

After all, this is the first time a freshman has demonstrated shooting, and that would be too bullying.

Wang Zhishang watched from the sidelines.

Although he has long been used to Lin Wang's astonishing performance, he was still shocked this time.

Lin Wang's aiming posture, as well as his subconscious subconscious adjustments due to the impact of the rifle's recoil in the intervals between shots, all made him see the shadow of a veteran.

Lin Wang's movements are standard, but not so rigid and dogmatic, and have his own unique style.

He hasn't been trained in live ammunition shooting yet, how could this happen?
Could it be that this is also a talent, born from the mother's womb?

Regardless of Lin Wang's final shooting performance, Wang Zhishang has already evaluated Lin Wang's shooting as excellent in his mind.

Wu Xiong stood three meters behind Lin Wang, and he had been staring at Lin Wang as soon as Lin Wang came on stage.

In his opinion, Lin Wang, a novice, fired several bullets in succession, and the interval between them was too short, so there was no time to aim, so Lin Wang was sure that the bullets were not accurate.

It seems that Lin Wang just has a fake trick and knows nothing about shooting. The No.1 squadron this time must be his own!
The group of freshmen that Lin Wang was in stood up one after another, and they retreated after finishing shooting.

The next group comes on.

When Wu Xiong was on the stage, his eyes were full of complacency.

He thought that this time the squadron was number one, and he was taking the lead, and it was finally his turn to show off.

The third class of freshmen who came down from the shooting position breathed a sigh of relief.

Wang Dahu pulled Lin Wang and said happily, "Lin Wang, when I fired the first shot just now, the butt of the gun hit my shoulder with a bang, but luckily I stabilized with great strength."

"It really makes you right, the recoil force is so strong when shooting."

"How did you know?"

This is of course the conclusion that Lin Wang came to from his own experience, but he couldn't answer that way.

With a chuckle, he replied, "The squadron leader said."

Liu Yi happily rubbed his hands aside, "When the first bullet was fired just now, when I heard the gunshot, my forehead was instantly congested with blood."

"The blood-boiling feeling is really cool. A good man should defend his family and the country."

"This week's training was not in vain."

"Lin Wang, when you shoot a gun, do you have that feeling of dominating everything? It's that kind of...um...do you understand?"

Lin Wang joked, "I don't understand it's just that... um... feeling."

Liu Yi looked at Lin Wang expectantly, "I'm so excited now that I don't know what to say, so stop laughing at me and tell me, how do you feel?"

To be honest, Lin Wang didn't feel anything, because he was used to shooting with live ammunition in his previous life.

He seriously recalled the feeling of shooting live ammunition for the first time in his previous life, but he really couldn't remember it, so he said something perfunctory.

"I feel happy."

Liu Yi: ...

"You guys are too perfunctory!"

After the rifle shot, it was a 15-meter pistol shot, also ten rounds.

Every bullet of Lin Wang hit the bull's-eye, and when he fired the last shot, it was the same as before.

Two bullets pass through the same bullet hole, and there is a slight deviation to avoid errors in statistical results.

After all the shooting tests were completed, Wang Zhishang led the team to assemble at the main force, waiting for the next year's dean to announce the results.

Around the shooting range, a group of senior students were watching the excitement.

The ministers of several school clubs also gathered there.

These people have no classes or training. While gathering here to watch the fun, they are also looking for talents for their club.

Duan Jiaxu, director of the shooting club, said happily with several other ministers, "I heard that a freshman got full rings in this shooting. It seems that our club is going to recruit talents again."

"Last year, in the joint military competition organized by several military schools, our school's shooting performance was not very good."

"I hope we can attract a few talents this time."

The head of the special warfare club joked: "You have a crush on freshmen with full marks, but other freshmen may not be attracted to your club."

"Maybe, people want to join our special warfare club?"

"After all, we have unique and effective training methods for all kinds of training here."

Several ministers joked and joked with each other, secretly suppressing each other.

Only Liu Wei, the deputy director of the Taekwondo Club, stood quietly aside, looking at the freshman team.

I don't know how the freshman he met last time, who was very good at the horizontal bar, was doing well.

Since the last time he missed it, he hadn't encountered it again, so he came here to try his luck.

He had a feeling in his heart that the freshman must be a top student, and he was afraid that such a good seed would be snatched away by people from other clubs.

Wang Zhishang took the team to the designated place, and a row of leaders brought back the results to him.

The first thing he saw when he got his grades was to look for Lin Wang.

Seeing that Lin Wang's score was 90, he was a little bit disappointed.

Lin Wang has always been the strongest one, and Wang Zhishang subconsciously thought that he should get above 95 rings.

Although it was not as good as he expected, but this result was not bad, after all, it was the first time.

Lin Wang, a baby from a poor family, cannot be compared with someone who went abroad to practice in advance during the summer vacation.

When the freshmen saw the report card in Wang Zhishang's hand, they were all eager to see how they were doing.

(End of this chapter)